At last, I was on my way home. I served almost 7 years in the army, much of the time in Iraq and Afghanistan as a sergeant, training new arrivals. My superiors liked me because the soldiers who started under me turned out to be better suited to their jobs than others. The soldiers who served under me respected me because I never lied to them or treated them unfairly. However, they were afraid of me. It had to do with my imposing frame and the mandatory strict discipline. If they tried to lose focus or stray in any way, I punished them severely.
One day, I realized America was just wasting lives and resources trying in vain to teach the residents of these countries our values and way of life. The longer we stayed there, the more they hated us. That was the day I decided to quit the army. I liked our team and felt good being appreciated, but I was determined to change course while I was still young.
I joined the army at 18.5 and except for knowing how to be a good soldier, I had no skills or college degree. My thoughts were to take a few weeks off, rest with my parents that I haven't seen in years, and then look for a job.
The bus stopped not far from my house in Chesterfield, a suburb of St Louis. I carried my dusty kitbag and walked 2 blocks toward home. Many things have changed since I left: New houses popped up, yards were different, the old neighbor that I used to play with didn't even recognize me. I didn't bother refresh his memory; I'd do it later. I just wanted to crush on a normal bed at home and rest for a while.
I called Mom in advance to notify her I was coming home and knew she expected me. Memories about Mom were the ones I relished the most: She and I always had a special bond. While Dad worked long hours in a chemical company and came home too tired to spend quality time with me, Mom always had time for her only child. We studied together, played together, and she drove me to after school activities. I loved her very much.
I celebrated my 18th birthday party with my friends a week earlier due to an examination schedule. Mom told me I had to have fun on the actual date too, and she offered to buy me a present. I said I didn't need a gift but I'd love to go out with my parents. Dad could not join us because he was working the evening shift. I joked with Mom, "OK, lady. It means you and I go on a date. Please, dress nicely and together we go on the town." She smiled, "I'll be honored."
Before leaving the house, she appeared in a body-hugging short black dress, 3" heel shoes, a nice pearl necklace, and red lipstick. I gasped and blurted, "Mom, you look fantastic! How come you don't dress like that more often?" She laughed, "Except for going to work and do shopping we hardly leave the house. Why would I dress up?"
I didn't answer. It was the first time I saw her in a different light. She was beautiful and... sexy! We strolled on Main Street, saw a romantic movie, and entered a bar. We ordered cocktails and had a good time. In the bar, I saw other men ogling Mom's body and felt proud. We danced together, and her body clung to mine. Her large breasts crushed against my chest, and my penis began hardening. I was embarrassed by it and was sure she'd chastise me for it. But once she felt my stiff cock, she smiled, "Honey, it's nice to know my baby is now a grown man. Son, congratulations!"
After that evening, I couldn't take my mind off the way I felt with her body touching mine. I dreamt and fantasized about her and... us together. In fact, one of the reasons I joined the army was to escape home. Seeing her each day when I could not confess my obsession with her hurt too much.
I crossed our familiar yard and rang the bell. Mom opened the door. She wore a simple blouse, Jeans pants, and an apron. She stared at me, "Nicky, is that you? I don't believe it. You are so tall and tan. Honey, I want a kiss."
I laughed, lifted her off the ground, and kissed her cheek, "Mom, I am not fancy of your clothes, but you look terrific."
She grinned, "If you take me out one evening, I'll dress differently. Anyway, you are probably hungry and tired. What would you like to do now?"
"I just want to shower and sleep for 2 hours. After that, I'll be as good as new. By the way, how's Dad doing these days?"
Mom's face changed dramatically. She hesitated momentarily before answering, "He is only 50, but due to his many years of smoking, diabetes, and high blood pressure, he started having symptoms that prevented him from continuing to work in the factory. He now drives an Uber whenever he feels better."
It was an obvious sore spot. I didn't want to push her about it; after all, it was just my first hour at home. The hot shower felt amazing. I stood under the pouring water until I heard Mom calling me, "Nicky, are you OK?"
"Yes, Mom. I'll be out in a minute."
I dried myself and then realized I didn't grab clean clothes. Mom likely noticed it and shoved old boxers under the door. I wore them and exited the vapor-filled bathroom.
I joined Mom in the kitchen and saw her eyes inspecting my body. She had a strange expression on. When she saw me looking at her, she blushed, "You look great: Tall, handsome, with huge muscles, very tan. Once you go outside, all the girls in the neighborhood will eat you alive."
I chortled, "Why do you think I worked out in the army? I think I am strong enough to fend them off. No, my heart belongs to one girl only."
Mom blushed again, "Honey, Dad called. He'll be back in half an hour. Do you want to sleep now or wait for him, and all of us will eat dinner together?"
"The meal you are working on smells great. I'll wait for him."
I went to my room and tried on some of my old clothes. Everything was too small. I grabbed from my kitbag a set of uniforms and dressed in them. As I got out Mom smiled, "My hunch is you did not try to impress me. You wore these because you couldn't fit into your old clothes."
"Mom, you are right."
"You look very attractive in these uniforms."
I smirked, "Nice to know. Does it mean I have a chance with you?"
She blushed the third time, "Honey, be nice to your old mother, or I'll spank you."
I hugged her, "Mom, I love you, and if you think I should be slapped for saying it, I am OK with it."
She whispered in my ear, "I love you too much to hit you. Now let me down."
She continued working in the kitchen, and I went to watch TV. The first station showed 'Happy Days.' I watched it until Dad returned.
I stood up to greet him. He looked much shorter and started balding. He hugged me, "Nicky, you left a child, and now you are a grown man. Mom and I were worried you'd get injured or die in a foreign country. We are happy to see you well and out of the army. I am starving. Let's eat. Mom's cooking is not as good as what you were served in the army, but she tries..."
"Dad, you'll be surprised. Our food was not as bad as you think. These days, we have more options than when you were in the Marines. It's not a home meal, but it could have been much worse."
The rest of the meal we talked very little. We peeked at each other often and smiled when our eyes met. I guess neither one wanted to discuss real issues on my first day at home.
We finished dinner at 7 pm. I said I was tired and went to sleep.
I woke up at 9:30 am. Initially, I was confused and didn't know where I was. A moment later, I realized I was home. I smiled to myself and relaxed on my soft bed. I fell asleep again shortly after.
The next morning, at 10, I smelled fresh coffee. I came out of my room. Mom smiled, "The lazy bum has decided to welcome the new day. The coffee is fresh. Do you want scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and orange juice?"
"I recall that before I left, breakfast included a kiss, too."
"Nicky, for somebody who's here for only his second day after deserting us for so many years, you are too demanding."
"Sorry, but I missed you." I approached her back, hugged her tummy, and kissed the side of her neck. She shivered, "Honey, it's a sensitive spot." I giggled, "Nice to know. I'll remember to do it more often." She turned to me and raised a finger, "Don't you dare!"
I sat down and munched hungrily on the best breakfast I had in years. "Mom, Dad left already?"
"Yes. He left at 7:30. He'll be back around 5 pm."
"So what's going on with Dad? Is he really disabled? How symptomatic he is?"
I saw tears in her eyes, "It's worse than you can see by looking at him. He suffered a heart attack about 3 years ago. He demanded that I won't write to you about it. He was concerned it would ruin your plans. Anyway, when he recovered, the tests revealed his heart's main chamber functioned only at 40% capacity. But it's more than the heart. The arteries in his legs are very narrow in several places, and after walking 100 yards, he starts having pains and must stop. Arteries in other places are blocked too, so other body functions are limited as well."
"What do you mean 'other body functions?"
She eyed me pleadingly. I glanced back, "Mom, what is it?"
She hesitated, "In the last 2 years he lost the ability to have an erection."
"I am sure this can be managed. Nowadays, with Viagra and other drugs, this issue is no longer a problem."
"After the heart attack, he began having difficulties. His doctor prescribed him Viagra. It partially worked for 6 months. The doctor switched to Cialis, but it didn't help. His physician sent him to a specialist who suggested penile injections or a penile implant. Dad refused."
"Mom, The decision should not only be up to him. No sex affects YOUR life, too."
"I know, but I didn't have the guts to tell him that. If he had been healthy and impotence was the only issue, I might have talked to him, but he is a sick man."
"You are only 44 and in great shape. Are you going to find a lover? Don't tell me you plan to masturbate for the rest of your life."
"Honey, No way I am going online to sleep with another man. And masturbating is not so bad. I've done it for 2 years now, and I am OK with it."
"That is unacceptable. If you were 70 and ugly, I'd understand. But you are in your 40s and look awesome."
"Nicky, I understand your point but you are biased. A woman in mid 40s is no longer very young, so I'll accept my fate."
"I love you too much to let your body waste itself at the prime of your life."
"What are you saying?"
"...I don't know, but I am thinking about it."
She laughed, "When you have an idea, let me know." She turned her back to me and started washing her dishes in the sink.
I finished eating and brought her my dirty plate. I was close to her and could smell her hair. It had a mild floral odor. I liked it. I kissed her cheek and told her I wanted to take her out to the movies.
She smiled, "That will be nice. Choose a movie and we'll go together. You were in the army and may like to watch blood and killing but I'd rather see less of these 2. So, please..."
"Mom, I am fed up with violence; that's why I left the army. Don't worry, I'll pick something else."
I asked Mom if she was interested seeing a romantic French movie that got an 84% approval rating from Rotten Tomatoes. She said, "Yes, of course. In high school, I studied French for 2 years. It will be fun to try and listen to the original language."
On Friday evening we prepared to go to a 7:30 pm movie Last Summer. Mom wore a short red dress and matching shoes. She added a little makeup, mascara, and red lipstick. I ogled her and whistled, "Mom, I hate you!"
She grinned, "Why is that?"
"Because you rarely appear like that, so you and the rest of the world miss a lot."
"Honey, where did you learn to exaggerate? Was it in the army?"
"Why can't you get it through your head that you are absolutely gorgeous? You have pretty face and fantastic figure."
She blushed, and I realized she tended to blush often. For some reason, I wasn't aware of it before I joined the army.
The theater was half full. We sat on the side chairs in a middle row.
The movie started, and Mom concentrated on the screen. Five minutes into the film she turned to me, "I understand everything they say. It's fun."
My eyes wandered between the English writings on the large screen and... Mom's generous cleavage. The movie was about a plateauing relationship between a businessman and his second wife. Then his troubled son from a prior marriage came home. The husband had to go on a business trip and leave the 2 together. A toxic lust affair between these 2 ensued...
Mom focused on the film and leaned forward. The upper part of her dress separated from her body, exposing more of her creamy boobs. I continued alternating between watching the movie to peeking at Mom's chest.
One time, when my eyes concentrated on her voluptuous tits, I heard her talking to me, "Nicky, the movie is in front of you and not on my chest. Tell me the truth, you wanted us to see THIS movie because it was made well and French-speaking or the subject of a son and stepmother relationship?"
"...all of the above..."
She stared at me quietly for a long moment and then leaned back and faced the screen again. I watched the movie until it ended.
When it finished, Mom said, "The movie was good, but I hoped it would end differently."
"Well, that was the director's choice. In real life, a happier ending may happen."
"Tell me; what's the story with your choice of the movie and staring at my boobs?"
"Do you want a 'nice' explanation or the truth?"
"I don't care about 'nice,' tell me the truth."
"Do you know why I joined the army?"
"I thought you wanted to be independent and fight for your country, but what's the connection to the subject at hand?"
"I joined the army because I was attracted to you and couldn't stay at home not having you. I came home, and my love for you increased. Seeing you in a no-win situation with Dad infuriated me. So, the truth is that I am in love with you, and I have no idea what to do about it. I better find a solution soon, or I'll leave the house and move to another state."
"Honey, please, don't do it. Would it be better if you moved to your own apartment nearby?"
"Not really, because I'll still see you often."
She whispered, "What do you want me to say?"
"I can't lie to you. I want you. All of you. If I returned to see you and Dad living a happy, satisfying life, I wouldn't mention my love to you and find a reason to move away. The only reason I tell you everything is because you are not happy either."
"Are you suggesting I leave Dad and move in with you?"
"Not necessarily. Leaving Dad will be a major blow to him. He needs you here cause he loves you, as well as to make his meals, clean the house, and care for him. But he cannot fulfill your intimate needs. I was thinking on a compromise. Officially, you'll be his wife, but I'll be allowed to love you too, both emotionally and physically."
"Honey, are you crazy? How do you plan to explain your idea to Dad?"
"I am not sure yet, but my priority was to find out what you would say about us being real lovers."
"Nicky, you put me in a corner. I love you, but you are asking too much. You blackmail me to sleep with you, or you'll leave. If you were in my shoes, how would you react?"
"Mom, if we skip the emotional, moral, and other less relevant issues, the answer depends on a simple parameter: Would you rather be sexless for life, or you find me attractive enough to bed me and ignore everything else?"
"Nicky, you try to simplify it, but it's not that easy to answer. The fact is, I'd hate to let you go away. But having sex with my own son and hurting his father in the process are my main concerns."
I smiled, "Does it mean you find me attractive?"
She grinned, "Of course you are. What woman would not be attracted to a tall, handsome, manly with good manners?"
"It's a good beginning. Next is to talk to Dad. You see, if he really loves you, he'll understand you deserve more than he can offer."
She gazed at me for a couple of seconds and blurted, "Honey, you don't know much about your father because all his life he spent long hours at work. When we were young, we loved sex and experimented a lot. When Dad suggested a threesome, I freaked out and refused. He begged me several times. I remember asking him, 'Do you want another man to fuck me?' He answered, 'Yes. And I'd also like to watch it and participate too.' I promised to think about it but never got the courage to do it. Later in time, when Dad realized he wouldn't be able to get an erection, he tried to please me with his mouth and fingers. However, both of us knew it wasn't the same, so one evening, he told me he wanted me to have a lover but keep the affair discreet. I was skeptical at how serious he was, and I smirked, 'Do you want me to tell you each time I fuck somebody?' Do you know how he reacted? He laughed and said, 'Yes, I do. And if possible, I'd like to watch it!' All his life, the bastard had a fantasy of watching another man have his way with me..." She glanced at me, "Your father is a good man. He would never deny me if I wanted to have sex with another guy. It's his wet dream. However, doing it with his own son is a different story."
"Mom, do you mind if I talk to him about it? If he approves, will you accept it?"
"I don't know. I think Dad will say yes to accommodate my needs, but deep down, he'll suffer, and I hate it. And I am still not over the issue of incest..."
"Do me a favor. Tomorrow, after dinner, find an excuse to leave us alone for an hour. I want to talk to him and see his reaction."
"OK, but if after the discussion I find him upset, angry, or talking to me in a derogatory tone, I'll be very miserable for the rest of my life."
"I know, so I'll start slow and won't mention it if I think the idea will hurt him."
The following evening, after dinner, Mom announced she promised Jennifer to help her prepare for a party and be back in less than 2 hours.
Dad said, "That's OK. I'll go to sleep soon anyway.
When Mom's car drove away, I asked Dad, "Can we talk about an important subject?"
"Sure. Sorry, we didn't spend time together yet. I was too busy, but during the weekend, I hope to make it up to you."
"That will be great. I heard from Mom you had medical problems when I was away. How are you doing these days?"
"Mom has a big mouth. You barely arrived, and she had already mentioned my medical condition."
"It wasn't like that. I asked her why you switched from a job that offered good benefits to become an Uber driver, and she told me you had problems with your heart and legs. So what is really going on?"
"I had a heart attack, and the heart function deteriorated. In addition, arteries in other parts of my body have the same disease called arteriosclerosis. It affects my legs and other organs."
"So your heart and legs have difficulties. What do you mean by 'other organs?"
Dad had a bitter smile, "You are an adult now, so I can tell you the truth. I can't have an erection. It's a big deal because, unlike what most young people of your generation think, many people our age continue enjoying sex."
"Dad, I know. I am sorry to hear that you lost it. So what about Mom now?"
"I said... no, I begged her to find a good man and have sex with him. I love her and want her happy, but she refused on multiple occasions. I know she deserves better, but I have no idea how to convince her."
"Do YOU want to pick a man for her, or she could choose?"
"I don't care who it is. The only things I care about is to see her happy and, if possible, to be discreet about it."
"Did she tell you why she refused to look for a candidate?"
"Her official reason was she didn't want to hurt me, but I told her it was always my fantasy to see her have sex with another man."
"Do you think she takes your words seriously, or she thinks you are just faking it to encourage her go for it?"
"She has to know I am serious because even before my medical problems started, I tried to convince her to participate in a three-way."
"But your current suggestion is not a threesome. She may look at it as cheating-with-permission."
"If the idea of doing it somewhere else sounds to her like doing it behind my back, I have no problem and even enjoy being present and watch."
"Do you mind if I'll persuade her to date another man?"
"You don't get it. She told me in no uncertain terms that she'd never have sex with a stranger, whether she knows him socially or not."
"Dad, if you are right, the only one left is me."
He laughed, "Good one! She'd never agree to do it with her son. She is too conservative. But despite the weird idea, as I said before, I only care about her happiness. All my life, I smoked. I knew about my diabetes and hypertension for years and neglected my medications, so I feel guilty. Anything to see a smile on Mom's face will make my life happier. I repeat, I have no reservation about Mom's choice as long as I can trust he will not abuse the situation, and it will be a secretive affair."
I sighed, "Dad, thanks for trusting me. I'll talk to Mom and see what she thinks."
He chuckled, "You are my only son. Who knows how many more years I'll stay on this earth? I think you are mature enough to talk about it. I hope Mom will listen to you more than me. Good luck. And now, if you don't mind, I have to go to sleep. Good night."
"Night, Dad."
The next morning, after Dad drove to work, I told Mom I had a positive talk with Dad. She was dressed and ready to go to work, and I promised to give her all the details later, knowing she would be home at least 3 hours before Dad.
After she left, I started organizing my stuff in my closet, arranging my army documents, and checking my accounts in the local bank. Then, I made myself a sandwich and drank orange juice. Yes, it was my lunch. Later, I tried to contact my former friends. I found out that in the 7 year absence, only Jim stayed around. Everybody else moved to other states. Some of them I could contact via social media and some disappeared without a trace.
Mom arrived at 3:30 pm. She was exhausted and said, "Honey, let me shower. I feel much better afterward. You can talk to me when I make dinner."
I kissed her forehead, "Yes, boss."
She grinned, "Yes, boy. I am your general." She took new clothes and disappeared into the bathroom.
Mom exited 40 minutes later. She looked refreshed and smiley. "So tell me how did your discussion with Dad go."
I repeated our talk, trying not to spare any detail. I summarized saying, "Dad encouraged me to talk to you because he felt guilty. He really seemed to want you to have a lover of your choice. So the ball is in your court now. What do YOU want?..."
"Damn you. You don't leave me many options, do you? I am not going to be intimate with 'others,' and if I don't sleep with you, you'll leave. What is a woman to do?"
"Does it mean I can have you?"
"You are forcing me..."
"...Mom, may I kiss you, PLEASE?"
"Yes, you may, but do it quick. I need to start making dinner."
I approached her slowly. She glanced at me with a little smile. I lifted her chin and kissed her luscious lips softly. She kept staring into my eyes for a moment and then closed her eyes. her face was still tilted up. I kissed her again and her lips parted. My tongue penetrated her hot mouth and met her trembling tongue. Both tongues intertwined in a love dance. I hugged her and felt her heart racing.
Her head leaned on my chest, and she whispered, "Shame on you. Your kiss is enough to cause my knees to weaken."
I caressed her back, "Mom, I love you so much. By the way, MY knees are OK, but another organ started reacting to you being very close."
She looked down and touched lightly the new bulge in my pants, "As I said, shame on you for seducing your mother."
I kissed her again and then blurted, "I feel the shame, and I am very sorry. But I'll be the happiest man alive when I get to have you."
"Honey, go to your room before I lose my mind and do something silly. Let me make dinner. When we are done eating, you better go somewhere. I have to talk to Dad. Only if I am convinced his approval is genuine, my brain will let me be with you."
"May I kiss you one more time?"
"Are you greedy or trying to arouse me further?"
"May I plead the fifth?"
"Come here and kiss me one last time before I change my mind."
I grinned and French kissed her. She wobbled slightly when we were done. I turned her around gently, led her to the sink, and went to my room.
Dad arrived at 7 pm. Mom called me to the table 15 minutes later. Dad asked me if I started looking for my old friends. I told him I found only one of them still in town. He said many young people were leaving St Louis to look for jobs in other cities. I asked him how he liked his job as an Uber driver. He smiled, "I am one of the few who do it full time. Most others have a steady job, and drive to earn extra money. I'd say most passengers are nice and, at the end of the ride, give me online a nice tip, but some are jerks, and complain about the air conditioning, the music, or the traffic. Trying to be nice to them is annoying and stressful, which is not good for my heart, so I do my best to keep calm."
"Perhaps you should cut on your hours."
"Eventually, I will but not yet."
Most of the time, Mom stayed mum and let Dad talk to me. When we were done, I kissed Mom's cheek and said, "Thanks, Mom. The food was delicious. I'll leave you now. I am going to see Jim. I haven't seen him in a million years. I hope we can still recognize each other." Ten minutes later I drove away.
I returned at 11:30 pm. The house was dark. I made my way quietly into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and tiptoed to my room. I was sound asleep shortly after.
I woke up at 8 am. Neither Mom or Dad were home. Since I didn't hear cries or shouting last night or this morning, I hoped it signaled the discussion between Mom and Dad ended positively, but I was anxious to hear the details from Mom.
I was distracted and ended up working in our yard to pass the time. At 2:30, I shaved, showered, and watched the sports channel on TV.
Mom arrived half an hour later. She smiled at me, but before I could kiss her, she mumbled, "Let me shower. No kissing until I feel good about myself."
I giggled, "You are not fair. I missed your lips."
Before entering the bathroom, she winked at me, "Are you saying you missed ONLY my lips?..."
Mom came out dressed in a long robe. She sashayed toward her bedroom, turned her head toward me with a smile, and went inside, leaving the door ajar. I followed and saw her sitting in front of the mirror. Her eyes concentrated on my face. I moved behind her and put my palms on her shoulders. She shut her eyes and leaned back on my lower abdomen. I took it as a sign of giving me free hands.
My hands started a light massage of her shoulders. She moaned softly. I continued rubbing her shoulders, slowly moving the upper parts of the robe sideway and kneading her bare shoulders. I patiently shoved the robe to the side until it slid down, hanging loosely on her breasts. Mom gasped but didn't move. Her breathing turned more labored. I stared at her creamy orbs, and my organ began its journey upward.
Next, my palms moved gradually forward and down to her upper chest, tweaking tenderly the soft tissues along the way. Mom's pulse rate accelerated. After what felt like a year, my fingers touched her tits. They were smooth and warm. My pecker jolted and engorged at a faster pace. A moment later, my fingers met her rubbery nipples.
Mom groaned and bent slightly forward, letting the robe slip to her waist. Her glorious breasts were now exposed to my eyes. I stopped moving and ogled the 2 most beautiful things I've ever seen. They were likely a D-cup size, sitting high on her chest, and showing little sag. The areolas were dark pink, half a dollar in size, and surrounded a pair of contracted rubbery nipples. I was so focused on her twin peaks, that I didn't notice Mom opened her eyes and watched my face. All of a sudden, my lips felt dry and I licked them.
I heard Mom mumble, "Yes Nicky, you can lick my tits."
She turned the chair sideways, and I moved before her. I knelt on the rug and my hands cupped her 2 heavy beauties. It was a dream come true. I still couldn't believe it and looked into her eyes. Her face displayed a tender loving smile. She placed her hand on my head and gently caressed my hair.
My mouth touched her left tit, looking for the nipple. I licked it and she quivered. My lips wrapped it and milked it mildly. Mom moaned again and her hand pulled my head into her large sweet mammary. I continued sucking on it and my left hand began kneading her right breast. Mom's body shivered again and she whispered, "Oh, darling. I want you so much, but I can't now."
I disengaged and gazed quizzingly at her eyes. She covered herself with the robe again and stood up. Her eyes teared and she said, "Honey, I want you more than you know. I am drenched down there, but I have to prepare dinner for the 3 of us. My body craves to feel you, but my brain is screaming 'wait a minute and think it over.' Please, let's postpone it until the weekend. On Saturday, we can take a full day off. We can stroll in a nice place, eat lunch somewhere and later go to a hotel."
I stood up, with my disappointment written on my face, "Mom, right now I want you more than I ever wanted anything in my life. However, your happiness is my priority. I'll wait. Most likely, during the next 3 nights I'll have wet dreams about us, but I'll wait. I just want to tell you that when we were in the theater, I thought your tits were impressive. I was wrong. The word impressive does not begin to describe their heavenly form and feel. There are three days of torture until the weekend. Seventy two hours..."
Mom chuckled, "Honey, as a soldier you were trained to abide by the rules, so be nice and stop giving me another guilt trip."
"Yes, general."
Dad arrived later and was exhausted. He kissed Mom's cheek and sat at the table.
I sat by his side, "Dad, are you OK?"
"I could barely stand on my feet today. Frequently, I had to sit down. After dinner I'll take a short shower and straight to bed."
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"I wish you could. I'll double my meds with the hope I'll feel better."
We hardly talked during the meal. Dad's face showed suffering. When he was done, instead of going to Mom to kiss her cheek, as he usually did, he limped toward the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
Mom was soaping the dishes in the sink. I sat on my chair until I heard the shower running. I grabbed my dirty utensils, moved behind Mom, and placed the utensils in the sink, 'accidentally,' touching her covered breast.
She giggled, "Nicky, you are so predictable. I knew you'd find a way to reach my chest the moment I started working the dishes. Patience is not one of your virtues. And the fact that Dad suffers does not distract you either."
"Mom, usually I can control myself when an enemy is around, but your divine body tempts me too much."
She glanced at my groin and grinned, "You mean tempts you too HARD."
I said, "You are such a cruel general. When the time comes, you'll pay for it."
She smiled, "I look forward to that time..."
The days until Saturday moved very slowly. At work, my employees saw I was too distracted and worked independently. On those days, I arrived home to find Mom dressed casually, though it seemed like the clothes hugged her perfect body more closely than before. Did she do it because she felt better about her body? Did she flaunt her assets to remind me what I was about to get on the weekend? I didn't ask her, accepting the verdict - No touching until Saturday. But my eyes followed her like a hawk, and my cock was in a constant state of arousal. I had no doubts Mom knew I masturbated a lot due to my frequent visits to the bathroom.
At last, it was Saturday morning. Dad stayed in bed. Mom and I got ready to leave. We asked Dad if he needed anything. He smiled and said, "Mom left me my favorite meal in the fridge. I like the idea you two are going for a full day, I'll have more of the good stuff, and neither one of you will complain I eat more than my share..."
Mom kissed his forehead, and we left. She sat in the car and sobbed quietly.
"Mom, what is it?"
"I know Dad so well. He knew we were going to have sex and tried to show a brave face."
"Mom, he loves you and wants you to have more than he can offer."
"The theory is easy to understand, but when you face it, especially the first time, it's a different story."
"I love you too much to argue. Let's enjoy the day, please. By the way, I like your attire. Your summery blouse and skirt look very good on you."
"I think they are designed to be worn by younger girls, but you seem to think I am your age, so I dressed accordingly."
I laughed, "A wonderful reason. Keep doing it. Pretty soon I'll think you are a teenager...".
"So now, instead of dating your mother, you are trying to seduce your daughter?"
"Call it whatever you want. Today, I'll do ANYTHING to seduce you."
"And I'll play hard to get."
"Too late. Once I get hard, I'll get you."
She put her hand in mine, and we walked slowly along the lake. The water was calm and mirrored the panorama on the other side: Tall trees, red and yellow flowers, blue sky, and a few white clouds.
"Mom, the view is almost as pretty as you." Her small palm squeezed mine but she kept quiet. After an hour we sat on a bench in the shade. I hugged her shoulder and her head leaned on my chest. She murmured, "It's such a beautiful day. I feel so happy with you."
"Mom, I forgot to mention it for at least an hour. I L O V E Y O U."
She giggled, "Darling, I am yours already. You are trying too hard."
"I want to make sure you do not forget it, or, god forbid, change your mind."
She looked into my face and kissed my lips gently, "You cannot read me well, do you? I felt about you the same as you 24 hours after you arrived home. Seeing such a stud after so many years of you being away was almost like falling for a handsome stranger. Certain nights, I also dreamt about us being together. And now, your arm is around me and I am wet already..."
"Are you saying we should skip lunch and go to the hotel?"
"Let's grab something to go and eat it later in our room."
I opened the door to our room. Mom stood outside and grinned at me. I lifted her in my arms and carried her over the threshold, officially claiming her as mine, even though it wasn't our house.
She ran to the bathroom, blurting she'd be back soon. When she returned, I entered. It took me about 5 minutes. I exited and saw Mom in bed under the covers.
I chuckled, "Chicken!"
She smiled, "You are right. Now undress for me and show me what you've got."
I took my time. I removed my shirt, exposing my tanned hairy chest. Mom ogled my developed pectorals. I was proud of them - In the army, I worked tirelessly with soldiers and got in shape having robust muscles. Next, I lowered my zipper, and my 6-pack was in full view. The massive tent in my boxers was easily seen as well. Mom's eyes brightened. I removed my boxers, and my tumescent, pointing straight-up, rod, was revealed. Mom breathed faster.
I lifted the covers and entered the bed. We faced each other. I grabbed her head, admiring her pretty face, and kissed her pouty lips gently.
When I let go, she murmured, "Waiting was hard for me too."
I French kissed her, and my palm moved to her soft tummy, slowly creeping up toward her breasts. She arched her back forward, encouraging my fingers to access her terrific tits. I tweaked, massaged, and then sucked on her nipple as I heard her moaning. Her hand moved from my chest down to my muscular abdomen, meeting my phallus. Her palm engulfed my penis, able to cover only 3/4 of my girth. She caressed it lightly and whispered, "Honey, you are huge. Your cock looks awesome but take it easy when you go in. I have never had such a tool penetrating my pussy before."
My fingers moved gingerly southward, eventually reaching her soft bush. She trembled and murmured, "Nicky, I think I am ready. Don't let me wait much longer. I want you inside me."
I crouched between her shapely thighs, smeared on my member Mom's juices, and touched the entrance with the mushroomed head. She held her breath, anticipating my tool invading her. It didn't. My hands tweaked and pinched her nipples.
Mom pleaded, "Honey, please, put it in. I want it inside."
I said, "Mom, patience is a virtue. You made me wait for 3 days. It was hard, literally, and I waited. So now we'll wait together. In the meantime, I'd love to hear what you wish me to do to you with my ready-to-pounce cock."
She grinned, "You really want me to talk dirty, don't you?"
"Yes, I do. And the dirtier, the better..."
She closed her eyes, and her fingers pinched my ass cheeks as she pulled me toward her, trying to force my cock into her waiting twat. I was much too heavy and strong for her.
She whispered, "Nicky, I want your amazing cock to fuck my cunt fast and hard. I am hungry for your massive pole to ravage me and make me yours."
"Lady, that's better. I'll penetrate your vagina at a snail's pace to ensure your tunnel adjusts to my size. But once I feel your cunt enlarged enough, our fun ride will start."
I advanced forward through her narrow pussy, happy that her abundant self lubrication made it easier to push further. When my 7.5 inches were all the way in, I whispered in her ear, "Lover, it's time for our joyride."
Next, I started pounding her cunt at an increasing rate. Shortly after I began, she was whimpering. I accelerated it, and suddenly, her body shook as if hit by lightning, and she began screaming. I whispered to her, "Darling, we have only started. There's more to come."
I intensified my strokes, and Mom's heart rate became too fast to assess. I drilled her vagina rapidly and powerfully, massaging her gorgeous tits savagely. Mom screamed louder. Fortunately, we didn't have other guests in the vicinity. I leaned on her body, used my right hand to press on her clitoris, French kissed her, and came deep in her crevices with multiple jets of slimy goo. I kept on plowing her body for a few more minutes after cumming, as Mom continued shaking wildly.
Then I slowed down, and eventually let my shriveling dick out of her dripping vagina. Mom was out for a couple of minutes before rising and rushing to the bathroom.
She stayed there for more than 10 minutes, and I called, "Do you need help there?"
I heard her voice, "No, thank you. I am still shivering. I'll be out in a couple of minutes."
Mom exited naked and looked breathtaking. She smiled broadly and said, "Honey, you were fantastic. I needed that. I can feel my afterglow is taking over me. There is one issue; I recall that when your father was younger, and his organ dilated my vagina like yours did to me just now, when my pussy returned to its resting state, it began itching, begging to enlarge again. Are you in good shape to fulfill your new assignments when needed?"
"Ma'am, after serving in the army, I think I am. Will your cunt be able to wait until we arrive at the nearest hotel?"
